Pregnancy Hormones Running Amok - ICDT

[twistinside]

Glad you found someone to chat about your pregnancy concerns and that you had a fun weekend too

 

[Paul_Chance]

I saw a beautiful pregnant woman today and wondered how things are going for you all. Hope your days are bright.

 

[icandothis]

I saw a beautiful pregnant woman today and wondered how things are going for you all. Hope your days are bright.

Paul, hi. . . Everything is going just fine. Hope the same for you

 

[lustfulraj]

I saw this and hope you like it because it made me think about what you've been saying about breasts and lactation. I hope you're doing well.

milk_letdown_shower

and this story is right up your alley too (it's about 2/3's down the page)

Those Last Few Days

plus I think you'll like this gif too.

Getting ready for him

That's an interesting way of listening to "Canon"

 

[lustfulraj]

(icdt_060712)

Since first starting my "journal" I have had several readers ask me about how my Lover and I got together. It's a little long, but below is the story:

My then boyfriend initially introduced me to “M”. “M” and I had a pleasant, cordial relationship, seeing each other at my boyfriend’s office functions and occasionally if I happened to stop by the office or jobsite, I might run into him there.

My boyfriend and I called it quits about 6 months after I met “M” (our breakup had nothing to do with him) and I didn’t see “M” again for perhaps a month or so later when I ran into him at a favorite little restaurant of mine. We ended up having lunch together and then later that same afternoon having sex for the first time. I think we both knew right off that the sex thing between us was going to be good and it was . . . very good. Another thing that I also knew was that I did not want to get involved with him. On some level, from the first time I met him I felt . . . apprehensive, maybe even a little afraid. I could see how self possessed and self directed he was, not cold or uncaring but clearly a man who knew who he was, and what he wanted, the polar opposite of me.

There had always been that intense unspoken sexual tension and once we had finally slept together, we couldn’t get enough of each other. Early in our relationship, he made it clear how he felt and what he wanted. In that very controlled persona that he assumes, he told me that if I wanted to be with him wonderful, if I didn’t we’d work through it . . . but he would not press me or mention it again. I knew his feelings were stronger than mine were, and for a long time I tried to keep my emotional distance.

We still saw each other, still slept together, still had fantastic sex and our relationship played out like this for another 2 months . . . until I became ill. I was sick (nothing serious) and taking a medication that unfortunately made me very constipated (sorry). This had gone on for a couple of days and I was miserable. As was his usual routine, “M” had called and I explained that the doctor had suggested I take an enema and he said he would stop at the pharmacy and pick up a Fleets.

I was sitting up in bed when “M” got there, and as he came into the room, he asked if I were ready for my enema. I told him no, and that aside from not really feeling up to doing it, I had never done one before and wasn’t quite sure what to do. He got up, returned with the enema, and told me to lie back and that he would give me the enema . . . I don’t think so! He said I needed to have it done and to just shut up and lie back. He laughed saying that he had already seen and experienced every hole and crevice I possessed, so why was I embarrassed now? I supposed he was right and plus, my lethargy and discomfort out weighted the embarrassment and so I lay back and rolled over onto my side as he placed a pillow between my knees, and I bashfully presented my ass to him.

He lubed up my ass with lotion and as he massaged the small of my back, he slipped the nozzle of the enema into my asshole telling me to hold all of the solution and not to void it. He slowly filled me with the enema and after about 10-15 minutes, my stomach began to cramp. After another 5 minutes or so “M” helped me to the bathroom, waited outside, helped me clean up and then walked/carried me back to bed. . . I felt exhausted and he sat in the chair watching over me as I dozed. When I awoke the room was dark and he was stretched out on the bed next to me, my head on his chest and legs casually between his . . . Maybe there was more here than I had suspected at first, maybe being with him wouldn’t be so bad after all.

icdt, This was an interesting read Nice, very nice way of getting to know each other intimately over a period of time.

 

[icandothis]

icdt, This was an interesting read Nice, very nice way of getting to know each other intimately over a period of time.

It definitely was not very romantic, but it allowed me to see another side of him, to see that he really cared for and about me and that it wasn't just sex. When I awoke and found him sleeping next to me I felt my heart open for him . . . I'm getting real mushy now, I guess I'd better stop before I start crying

 

[lustfulraj]

It definitely was not very romantic, but it allowed me to see another side of him, to see that he really cared for and about me and that it wasn't just sex. When I awoke and found him sleeping next to me I felt my heart open for him . . . I'm getting real mushy now, I'd guess I'd better stop before I start crying

 

[ohverbatum7]

Thank you for your journal of the experiences of your pregnancy, and wonderfully sexy too!
I have also listened to your audios, you have a beautiful voice and so fluent I could listen all night.

 

[icandothis]

Wow . . . Never in my wildest imagining did I at that time think that a few years later I would be lying in bed with him next to me, pregnant with his baby

(icdt_060712)

Since first starting my "journal" I have had several readers ask me about how my Lover and I got together. It's a little long, but below is the story:

My then boyfriend initially introduced me to “M”. “M” and I had a pleasant, cordial relationship, seeing each other at my boyfriend’s office functions and occasionally if I happened to stop by the office or jobsite, I might run into him there.

My boyfriend and I called it quits about 6 months after I met “M” (our breakup had nothing to do with him) and I didn’t see “M” again for perhaps a month or so later when I ran into him at a favorite little restaurant of mine. We ended up having lunch together and then later that same afternoon having sex for the first time. I think we both knew right off that the sex thing between us was going to be good and it was . . . very good. Another thing that I also knew was that I did not want to get involved with him. On some level, from the first time I met him I felt . . . apprehensive, maybe even a little afraid. I could see how self possessed and self directed he was, not cold or uncaring but clearly a man who knew who he was, and what he wanted, the polar opposite of me.

There had always been that intense unspoken sexual tension and once we had finally slept together, we couldn’t get enough of each other. Early in our relationship, he made it clear how he felt and what he wanted. In that very controlled persona that he assumes, he told me that if I wanted to be with him wonderful, if I didn’t we’d work through it . . . but he would not press me or mention it again. I knew his feelings were stronger than mine were, and for a long time I tried to keep my emotional distance.

We still saw each other, still slept together, still had fantastic sex and our relationship played out like this for another 2 months . . . until I became ill. I was sick (nothing serious) and taking a medication that unfortunately made me very constipated (sorry). This had gone on for a couple of days and I was miserable. As was his usual routine, “M” had called and I explained that the doctor had suggested I take an enema and he said he would stop at the pharmacy and pick up a Fleets.

I was sitting up in bed when “M” got there, and as he came into the room, he asked if I were ready for my enema. I told him no, and that aside from not really feeling up to doing it, I had never done one before and wasn’t quite sure what to do. He got up, returned with the enema, and told me to lie back and that he would give me the enema . . . I don’t think so! He said I needed to have it done and to just shut up and lie back. He laughed saying that he had already seen and experienced every hole and crevice I possessed, so why was I embarrassed now? I supposed he was right and plus, my lethargy and discomfort out weighted the embarrassment and so I lay back and rolled over onto my side as he placed a pillow between my knees, and I bashfully presented my ass to him.

He lubed up my ass with lotion and as he massaged the small of my back, he slipped the nozzle of the enema into my asshole telling me to hold all of the solution and not to void it. He slowly filled me with the enema and after about 10-15 minutes, my stomach began to cramp. After another 5 minutes or so “M” helped me to the bathroom, waited outside, helped me clean up and then walked/carried me back to bed. . . I felt exhausted and he sat in the chair watching over me as I dozed. When I awoke the room was dark and he was stretched out on the bed next to me, my head on his chest and legs casually between his . . . Maybe there was more here than I had suspected at first, maybe being with him wouldn’t be so bad after all.

 

[Paul_Chance]

We never know the path.

Your tale definitely shows that we never know the path life is going to take us down.

 

[twistinside]

For you icdt, hoping you are doing well

Breast Milk

 

[icandothis]

Breast Milk

Thank you Twist . I find lactating breasts so erotic right now, and this pic with just that one single drop of milk will have me leaking a little in no time . . . can't help it

 

[69thfirmesthand]

ICDT can we see a new picture of your sexiness?I for one and everybody else would love to see your progression.

 

[twistinside]

Thank you Twist . I find lactating breasts so erotic right now, and this pic with just that one single drop of milk will have me leaking a little in no time . . . can't help it

You're very welcome icdt and wow, glad to hear it will have that affect on you and very exciting too! Hugs to you

 

[icandothis]

(icdt_080312)

Woke early this morning (it was still dark outside) and felt his warm hand on my hip and the tip of his cock pressing between my thighs seeking relief. He woke with wood this morning and just jerking off wouldn't do . . . he wanted to feel that warm, engorged wetness of my pussy when he came

He's working from home today, think i'll get up and start the coffee . . . let him sleep for another hour or so.

 

[icandothis]

(icdt_080312)

"M" my Lover is an excellent photographer (one of his hobbies), and has been taking pics from the beginning of our pregnancy. I'm trying to convince him to let me post a few so that my Lit friends can see the belly/body changes I've experienced so far. If I say so myself, the pics are beautiful

I think I'm going to try and sort through them and put them into some kind of electronic album that we can browse through and remember how it was and some of the things we did while I was pregnant. One day (many years from now) we'll maybe even share them with our children when they're adults and hopefully able to see and appreciate this side of their parents.

 

[Paul_Chance]

Keepsake

I think that is an excellent idea. That would be quite the family keepsake.

 

[icandothis]

(icdt_080312)

This is a copy of my post from the Lactation thread

How have I only just discovered this thread?. I'm now 7 months along and have started serious leaking (actually the light leaking and spotting started at month 6). I'm fortunate to have a man who has his own fantasies involving pregnant women, but I also love to have him touch and fondle them. I think I've really developed a fetish around my breasts in general, the whole lactation thing, having him milk them, suckle them and as a result making me orgasm as he does. I love it all.

My most favorite breast time with him is when we're in bed at night and I lie on my side with him beside me gently suckling my teats (there's still not that much for me to give him). I can't even begin to describe the sensation . . . at first it hurts a little from the pressure, but the soft pain turns into pleasure and the moans, whimpers, and dampness between my legs soon follow. I can feel him getting hard against my leg and with just minimal fingering I can easily cum in his hand as many times as he will let me before he finally enters me.
Heaven.

 

[icandothis]

I think that is an excellent idea. That would be quite the family keepsake.

Well, I'm saying all of this now. From what I've heard and seen children, regardless of their age don't relate well to the thought of their parent's, (now or in the past) being naked and having hot, wet, nasty sex. Maybe we'll just play this one by ear

 

[Paul_Chance]

Enlightened

Well, I'm saying all of this now. From what I've heard and seen children, regardless of their age don't relate well to the thought of their parent's, (now or in the past) being naked and having hot, wet, nasty sex. Maybe we'll just play this one by ear

LOL - there is a lot of truth to that. I remember the trauma when I realized that, oh my god, my parents had sex! And here, like most young people, I thought I invented it. Still, we hope that our children grow up to be more enlightened about such things then we were.

 

[icandothis]

Just re-read this . . . is the continuation ready yet?

My first wife and I had tried for many years to have a baby. After moving back to the states we decided to see a fertility doctor. Let me preface this by saying that I had always had a rather interesting sex life. My wife on the other hand was a virgin until we met and did not like to try new things, nor even talk about sex. I had once asked her if she had ever done anything with another woman. She replied that it was a disgusting thought.
Anyway, we went to the fertility specialist after I had gone through the normal testing that they do on men and learned that I was capable of fathering a child. At the office, the doctor was a very nice man in his mid-fifties. He had his assistant take us to an exam room and the assistant stayed in the room after asking my wife to undress. The assistant placed my wife on the table and placed her legs in the stirrups. So my wife was lying there with her legs completely open with a small sheet resting over her breasts and the top of her stomach.
The doctor came in and did a physical exam of my wife. I got extremely hard watching him work his fingers inside her pussy. He palpated her abdomen completely, explored inside her manually, and then inserted a speculum into her.
After finishing the exam, I could see that my wife's pussy lips were wet. The doctor than told us that he wanted his assistant to do some sonograms. The assistant gave my wife a robe and asked us to follow her to another room. Upon entering the room, the assistant took the robe from my wife, leaving her once again completely nude. She took my wife over to another exam table and again placed her legs in the stirrups.
The assistant, a yojng, petite, blonde girl, asked my wife if she would mind being shaved. My wife was rather hirsute at that time. The assistant said that the hair would cause difficulties for the sonogram. She and my wife discussed this and my wife consented to being shaved.
As the assistant shaved my wife she commented that my wife must have been excited by the exam as she was rather wet. My wife denied this. When the assistant finished shaving my wife she again commented that my wife was rather wet. This time she admitted that for some unknown reason she was getting a bit excited.
The exam became even more exciting as it went on. From that time on, my wife usually had me coming with her to her exams and we always had great sex afterwards. I will write later the remainder of this story.

 

[icandothis]

(icdt_080512)

We've just gotten home from a very nice evening out and he has had that look in his eye for at least the last couple of hours . . . I think I can pretty safely assume that he plans to do nasty things to me once he gets upstairs.

Good night everyone

Got up around 3a and waddled to the bathroom, my less than graceful exit from the bed must have woken "M" because he was sitting up in bed when I came back. He asked me what was wrong and after assuring him that I just had to use the bathroom I got back into bed and spooned behind him. I had just started to doze off when he said "what?" I thought he was dreaming or something and didn't respond. A few minutes went by and he asked me again "what?", I asked him what was he talking about and he said this was the second time that I had poked him, and what did I want . . . .OMG, it was the baby! I mean I could feel when he moved, but it had never been strong enough for "M" to feel the movement from the outside before. . . He could feel his baby kicking.

I can't tell you how excited we were, we lay there for a few minutes with "M" holding my belly waiting for him to kick again, but of course the mere fact that we were waiting for it to happen meant he wouldn't do it again. Wow . . . he's going to be here soon, the time seems to really be flying by.

BTW - We don't know the baby's gender, but for the last month or so I've just felt like it was a boy and without thinking he, him, his slips out.

 

[Oscuridad]

*smiles*

Little pieces of treasure, are these precious memories.

 

[maxshela]

Congratulations

My wife was very horny most the time when she was Pregnant too.

 

[icandothis]

*smiles*

Little pieces of treasure, are these precious memories.

So true. Our happy experience early this morning must have really shook him up . . . today is Sunday and he did not play golf with his friends this morning. . . he decided to just hang around the house with me